On the cusp of the tongue
Lies the truth like song sung
Beyond the artful landscape
The gods on stone towers scrape
A name that summons
Humming angels of death

Much good may it do you
To know the heart of the lord
No sword nor love
Shall save you from the truth
The harbinger of sorrow

Like waves of fire shall
Consume the, shall
Swallow the, shall
Digest the vestiges of order

Until there is but one
The babe in the reeds